“The wonder to me now is that I did not lame it more. I was working at it altogether too much.”
“This Mains, what became of him?”
“Oh, he has been in the New England League and the Eastern League since his trial with Boston.”
“Do you consider him a good man?”
“He has one bad fault.”
“What’s that?”
“He’s wilder than a hawk at times, and he is liable to weaken or go to pieces when the batters fall on him. But for that, he is fast enough for the National League. I consider him a better man than lots of pitchers in the National League, and he will get there some day, too.”
“I should think his double-shoot would land him in the big league.”
“I don’t believe he can control it, and, after he uses it, he seems to get wild right away. It knocks him out.”
“Isn’t it going to do that with you, Merry?”